Chapter 1
Crap.
Leo and Annabeth… they work together… fine? They’re good friends, but when it comes to actually making machines, they clash like oil and water.
You see, Annabeth is amazing with numbers. Leo is as well. They always agree on how to solve equations, but when it comes to actually implementing them? Yeah, they don’t always agree.
They’re currently making a teleporter. Mainly because Leo wants Jason to be able to easily go back and forth between camp half blood and camp Jupiter.
Speaking of Jason, he’s currently in the corner of the Hephaestus cabin, playing uno with Percy.
“No, I’m telling you.” Leo snaps, glaring at Annabeth. “This doesn’t feel right!”
Annabeth slams the note book she was writing incomprehensible equations on the table. “And I’m telling you I’m never wrong!” She retorts, her anger drawing the attention of Percy, who raises a brow.
“You okay, wise girl?” He asks, glancing at the +4 Jason just put on the table.
“Don’t get into this, seaweed brain.” She snaps at her boyfriend, the nickname a sort of bat signal that’s she’s not as mad as her tone is implying. “And are you actually losing to Jason? He’s technically brain dead when it comes to practical games.”
Leo seems to take that personally, slamming a hand on the button of their machine. “Be nice to Jason!” He snaps.
A sudden wave of energy seems to back up his words, a rumble rattling the floor, a woozy feeling overcoming all the demigods in the room.
Jason, with his green face, shakily gets to his feet, before a bright flash fills the room, and everything goes dark.
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“I’m telling you, Pandora was acting a bit weird today!” Remus says, grabbing the blunt from Regulus, who’s coughing up a cloud of smoke.
“But how does that exactly effect us?” Sirius whines, “and why are you still talking about her? This is the fourth time you’ve mentioned that!”
Remus sighs, taking a hit from the joint. “No, but it was strange! She was jumpy, and she seemed… nervous. As if something bad was going to happen today. She also seemed to be fiddling with a bunch of random things in her hands.”
Regulus, who has now resorted to snuggling with a sitting James, chimes in. “Oh, yeah, Evan noticed too. Says she was acting strange, something about a prophecy.”
James wraps his arms around Regulus. “Prophecy? I don’t think she’s mentioned a prophecy yet.”
Sirius coughs, waving smoke from his face as Remus takes another hit. “If it’s all that bad, she would have told us about it. I don’t think we should worry.”
His tone almost begs—although it’s unnecessary— for Remus to pay attention to him. His boyfriend in question sighs. Suddenly, a bright flash from around another wall explodes, and multiple loud thuds sound, causing the four to jump.
Remus is quick to put out the blunt, and the rest work on waving the smoke away, all of them predating it’s not a teacher or student that would get them in trouble.
A masculine groan that reminds Regulus of the noise he’d make when motion sick sounds, making him frown.
He slowly stops waving around like the other two maniacs and takes a few intimidatingly loud steps, his boots hitting the ground like a final boss in a game.
He grabs the edge of the wall as he turns the corner, a scowl on his face when he doesn’t immediately see anything.
The twitch of something blonde catches his attention on the ground, and Regulus looks down.
“Holy shit!” He screeches, flinching almost violently. On the grass lay four unconscious children, one that looks awfully like Narcissa, minus the fact that she’s not in uniform, as she always is.
“What happened?” Sirius asks, rushing up to his brother. We lets out a slightly girlish scream when he sees the unconscious children, which makes Regulus snort.
“They look around our age,” he notes. “But they aren’t in uniform. James!” He turns back for his boyfriend, who seems to have successfully gotten rid of the last of the smoke. “Come here! Do you recognize them?”
James raises a brow, putting his hands in his pockets as he walks over to the two brothers. “Why would you call ME over?” He asks, his eyes only analyzing every trace of Regulus in the span of two seconds.
“Because you’re popular and might recognize a fan or something.” Regulus gives him a smile, stepping back. “They aren’t in uniform, which makes me confused.”
James turns the corner and jolts slightly, a good reaction to seeing four unconscious teenagers. He evaluates them for a moment before turning back to Regulus, shrugging and shaking his head. “Nope, I don’t recognize them.” He says. “But the girl looks like Narcissa.”
Sirius nods, waving Remus over. “That’s what we said. But I don’t really recognize the others.” He narrows his eyes. “The one with brown hair looks all dirty.. and is..?” He turns to Regulus, who sighs and tentatively takes a few steps closer to the boy in question.
He’s small and elvish, with short curly brown hair and dark tan skin, a few freckles dotting his face. Soot and oil seems to stick to him, dirtying his face. However, that’s not what Regulus is looking at.
He pulls at the neck line of the boy’s bright orange shirt and narrows his eyes. “Yeah, I think that’s a binder.” He says, eyeing the black clothing item that seems a bit too tight to be a compression shirt.
He fixes the shirt and taps the boys face. He groans, his lashes fluttering for a moment, before they open, revealing the second most captivating eyes Regulus has ever seen, and he lets out a small gasp.
They’re a deep amber, the burnt colors of fire swirling in its depths as they evaluate what’s happening.
So much happens in the next few moments. Regulus has a… screwdriver (?) up to his neck, the boy is sitting upright, and Regulus’s friends have all whipped out their wands and are pointing it at the two.
“Where the hell are we?” The boy demands, pressing the makeshift weapon further into Regulus’s throat.
James is feeling unnaturally hesitant. No, not because the boy has the height of an eight year old and seems homeless because of how tattered he is, but because of the fear.
His body is shaking, and his words seem more desperate than angry. “Let him go,” he says slowly, signaling for the other two to lower their wands. Sirius gapes in anger and astonishment at James, betrayal in his gaze.
Remus does seem to listen, putting his hand on Sirius’s dominant hand, nodding for the overprotective brother to calm himself.
The boy doesn’t cooperate, turning to glare at James. The man in question raises a brow, showing his hands in a motion of innocence. “You have my boyfriend at.. screwdriver point. Please let him go, or we’ll use force.”
He gesture to the wand. The boy slowly backs up, sitting down properly, raising a brow. “Cool stick.” He notes monotonously. “What’s it gonna do, curse me?”
Sirius snorts, crossing his arms. “You’re smarter than you seem, apparently.” He snarks, and the boy turns to glare at him instead. “What’s your screwdriver gonna do? Screw us?—that came out wrong.” He glumly looks at Regulus, who gives him a ‘I can’t really help you with that’ look.
The boy grunts, which is matched by another grunt, this time from the girl.
The boy snaps his head her way, his eyes widening. “Annabeth!” He shouts, totally over looking the boy with black hair in between the two.
She seems like she’d be tall, but it’s hard to determine, given she’s a bit curled into herself. She has cream skin, blemished by many scars, the slightly reminds Remus of his own many scars.
She has a similar highlighter orange shirt, that looks to have a Pegasus on it, with words surrounding said mythological horse, which Regulus can’t read at his angle.
Her eyes open, her face set in a pained grimace. They’re a bright blue, and it seems similar to the color of the sky, but just not quite.
“I think I broke my hip.” She grunts dramatically, rolling onto her back. This allows them to read her shirt.
Camp Half-Blood.
“…Mudbloods?” Sirius says what everyone is thinking. Remus’s elbow finds its way to Sirius, nudging painfully at his ribs.
The boy makes his way to…Annabeth? That’s what he called her, at least. At least it’s not Narcissa, James internally sighs.
“Are you okay? Hi Percy,” he glances dismissively at the ravenette boy before back to Annabeth. “Are you hurt?”
“Percy?” She repeats, trying to sit up. “Shit, if Percy’s here, this is probably some crappy prank the gods are pulling.” She sighs angrily.
The four friends all share a similar look. The gods interfere with their lives because of this Percy boy? What the fuck?
The boy looks around, screeching when he notices the blonde boy, who is close to Sirius’s feet. “Jason!”
The noise is a bit too loud for Remus’s ears, and he winces slightly.
The boy—what’s his name? It’s a bit weird calling him THE BOY— scrambles to the blonde, who they’ll assume is Jason.
Remus’s nose is assaulted with oil, soot, and metal, and he cringes. Eugh, when was the last time he showered? Fifty years?
“Jason?” He whines, shaking the blonde. “Jasonnnnn!”
Sirius’s foot nudges Jason slightly, causing Leo’s attention to snap to him, eyeing him like a cat that has its attention on a mouse.
Sirius narrows his eyes. “What?” He asks slowly, threateningly. The elf returns the look, holding the blonde closer.
“Leo you smell awful,” a muffled voice whines, causing the boy who’s name is now known as Leo to glance down. “You haven’t showered in two days. I love you, but get away from me.”
At least now Remus knows it’s been two days.
Leo sighs with relief. “You gave me a heart attack.” He holds his boyfriend closer, and the blonde begins to struggle.
“You’re giving me a nose attack, UNHAND ME!”
Regulus snorts in amusement, and Remus feels a type of sympathy for the blonde’s nostrils.
Leo rolls his eyes and pulls away, leaving Jason to dramatically gasp for (fresh) air. “Drama queen.” He grumbles.
Eventually, Sirius speaks up. “So… what are you doing here?”
Annabeth, who is cradling Percy’s head in her lap, glances up at Sirius.
“Before we answer any questions, what are your names?” She asks, narrowing her eyes, as if they’re the reason they’re there.
Sirius sighs. “This is Remus, I’m Sirius, that’s James, and that’s Regulus.” He points to each person while saying their respective names.
Leo chimes in. “Okay, but what’s your name? And we had no doubt his name is Remus..”
Sirius frowns. “…what do you mean? I just told you I’m Sirius.” He says it a bit slow, as if speaking to a child.
Leo rolls his eyes with a sigh. “Okay, okay, you’re serious. Now, can we get a name?”
Percy chooses that time to wake up. “We can chose our names?” He asks sleepily. “I wanna be galactic not a quest taker super cool dude. Leo, make it happen.”
His head thumps on Annabeth’s lap. “Hey, wise girl.” He’s quiet for a moment. “The sky is too clear for New York, where are we?”
He bolts up, his attention immediately falling on the four people. “… why do they have sticks?” He frowns. “Very threatening, but like, put them away. You’re giving off cultish vibes. Are we sacrifices? Jokes on you I’ve already been to hell.”
He grins proudly, despite that not being… all that cool. “Why have you been to hell?” Remus asks slowly.
Percy waves a dismissive hand. “I found the entrance one time, and the second time I fell in. Both are very long stories. Anyways, mind answering my question?”
“Why did you try to find hell?” Regulus grumbles from where he’s still sitting.
Sirius sighs. “We don’t know why you’re here. I’m Sirius, this is Remus, that’s James, and that’s Regulus.”
Percy frowns. “What’s your name?” He asks, and Leo groans angrily.
“We get it! You’re serious! Now please give us a name or I’ll start calling you John!”
Remus frowns. “That’s my middle name.” He mumbles.
Sirius can feel his eye twitching. “I’m SIRIUS.”
Leo leans forward, making Jason gag and roll away. “And I’m also very SERIOUS! Now, JOHN, what is your name?!”
Remus puts his hand on Sirius’s mouth before he can chew up and spit the little shit out. “His name is Sirius.”
Leo dramatically sits back, rolling his eyes. “Wow, so is his name something a part of a prophecy? Is he super important? We get it! Your name is serious, now WHAT IS IT?!”
Jason clears his throat from a few feet away, effectively dragging every once of Leo’s attention. “His name is Serious.” He says, glancing to Remus. “Spelt…”
Remus responds with a small smile. “S-i -r-u-s.”
Jason nods. “Sirius.”
“You can call him Siri if you can’t get over his name.” Regulus speaks up.
“Siri? Like the Apple product that mortals have?” Leo cringes. “No, I’m an Alexa guy.”
“Im gonna kill you.” Sirius threatens. “What the fuck is a Siri or Alexa?”
Leo looks at him. “Are you serious?”
“YES! I’ve told you a million times!”
What is James doing? Dying of laughter, clutching the wall for support as he slowly sinks to the ground, his breaths becoming more and more desperate.
Remus sighs. “No, babe, he means like, are you being for real?”
Leo nods. “Yeah, Sirius, I was being serious.”
“STOP IT WITH THE NAME PUNS!”
“MAKE ME.”
Annabeth steps in. “Leo, enough. I have a theory.” She turns to Remus, who in her opinion, seems to be the smartest of the bunch. “What year is it?”
He sighs. “1975, why?”
The four newcomers freeze. “Yall are old-old.” Leo suddenly blurts out.
Regulus frowns. “What? We’re seventeen, you dip shit.” Dip shit is said in a friendly way, because he now has a morbid sense of respect for the ballsy short gremlin looking thing.
Leo blinks. “Oh. Me, yall, and Jason are the same age.” He notes glumly. “Percy and Annabeth are eighteen.”
Sirius glares. “Great…” he grumbles.
Remus sighs. “Now that introductions are out of the way, what are you guys doing here?”
Percy sits up. “No, introductions are not over,” he frowns. “You said this is 1975?”
James, who seems to have composed himself, hums. “Well yeah, what year did you think it was?”
“2024,” Remus jokes.
The four are quiet for a moment. “Well yeah, duh.” Leo says. “We’re from 2024.”
“What the fuck?”